The Dark Night Of The Soul

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Please Note:

I hesitated on posting this poem. However, I have decided to post it because depression is a real and serious condition. If you or a loved one are struggling with thoughts of harming yourself or others please contact the national suicide prevention line. They will connect you with a professional immediately.

As dark meets weary eyes
His face gently embraces a cool pillow
While longing for the peace that comes with sleep
Like a steady streaming wind through sleeping willows.

Instead, the mind becomes wrought with thinking
Thoughts of a day now gone.
Reflecting upon the grandeur of life’s precious songs
Along with visions of sunshine and blue birds singing.

The breathless beauty of a daughter
Captured by the small still moments of each day
Rivaled only by adoring looks on display
Through subtle smiles and laughter.

And if that were not enough…he has been forced to endure the love
Of a woman whose elegance and grace are thrust upon him each day.
Her blinding radiance is matched only by the sun;
Guiding their lives through the song of her love.

II.

But he is unable to know the joy they bring
Like the blind who are shown a beauty they cannot see
He is unable to sing songs he longs to sing.

III.

We are told God bestows grace upon us lovingly
But all he sees is a god of a thousand cruelties.
Casualties easily prevented by a god whose sovereignty
Could bring about Joy for all of humanity.

What good is a beautiful mind made of glass
When it is tossed around by the ebb and flow of emotion;
Becoming easily broken –
Its pieces strewn across miles of desolate identity.

IV.

Years of punishment has caused his tears
To slowly carve cavernous lines upon the terrain of his face.
And his calloused heart has decayed any faith
That might remain.

There…He lays…

Battered and broken.
Constantly reminded of how his dreams were stolen.

About Me

Words of Wisdom

SK

What matters is to find a purpose, to see what it really is that God wills that I shall do; the crucial thing is to find a truth which is truth for me, to find the idea for which I am willing to live and die.

Soren Kierkegaard

Ma

Any man can make a mistake but only a fool persists in his error.

Cicero

AP

In religious belief as elsewhere, we must take our chances, recognizing that we could be wrong, dreadfully wrong. There are no guarantees; the religious life is a venture; foolish and debilitating error is a permanent possibility. (If we can be wrong, however, we can also be right.)

Alvin Plantinga

MW

You must learn a new way to THINK before you can master a new way to BE.

Marianne Williamson

RM

I am a Christian, not because someone explained the nuts and bolts of Christianity, but because there were people willing to be nuts and bolts.